glen campbell, in his new book "rhinestone cowboy," talks about the eager young writers of that day of material who were brilliant, and they were constrained from using foul language or sexually suggestive material, so they had to really be good. when you got a laugh on television of the 50's up through the early 60's, you had to really have good material. then when television decided the only way it could compete with the movies was to do like the moviesid and began to expand the envelope of what was allowable, and then finally the censors at the networks were almost no more-- and i think that at least two of the networks, they are no more, "standards and practices, "i think they called them at the time-- then that became open season for virtually everything. it recalls to mind a wonderful cole porter song from the 30's, "in olden days, a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking. now heaven knows, anything goes. good authors who once knew better words now only use four- letter words writing prose, anything goes." now, that was satire then. i'm sorry to say it's true tod